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"What's wrong? Is there no help? Looking at the pale faces of the medical staff, Menov couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. He closed his eyes reluctantly.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, at this moment, he really can't bear it.

"Warden, no, no, the specific situation, also, you should go and see for yourself." The paramedics were gagging, and he stammered in reply.

"Crippled? Menov heard the words of the paramedics, and his eyes opened a slit. Some are depressed.

The organization wants a person who can fight and kill, not a disabled person.

"The specific situation, warden, you, go and see for yourself, I, I, vomit ......" The medical staff couldn't hold on any longer, squatted on the ground completely, and began to vomit profusely.

"Huh?" When Menov heard that Zhang Zihao was not dead or disabled, his eyes instantly widened. His heart began to pound as well. In three or two steps, he walked towards the group of prisoners who had fallen silent.

In the face of the siege of so many prisoners, he can be neither dead nor disabled, obviously, Zhang Zihao's strength greatly exceeds his expectations, you know, even he can't cope with such a scene, perhaps, it is only those high-ranking deacons in the organization who have this ability. This is a real surprise.

However, when he appeared at the center of the incident and saw the surrounding environment where Zhang Zihao was, even a person like him who had seen a lot of big scenes, at this time, he couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Is this still the Gaza prison he governs? It's not much better than the hell of Satan and the devil.

The stumps, broken arms, and red muscle tissue were piled up into a mountain of flesh that stretched for more than ten meters, and the white brains and dripping blood were sprinkled all over the ground. Of course, these were not enough to stir his nerves, and what made his scalp tingle the most was that his whole body had been watered with blood several times, and Zhang Zihao, who was covered in blood, was staring at him coldly at this time. That look, that murderous aura, he almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

"You, hello, this, you did this?" Menov swallowed several mouthfuls of blood, and finally asked stubbornly.

"Yes, but these guys are trying to get me in trouble, I'm just defending myself." Zhang Zihao nodded. There was a little less murderous intent in his eyes.

He is not a fool, of course he knows that the guy in front of him who is surrounded by a group of guards is very likely to be the person in charge of this prison, isn't the reason why he behaved like this is to attract the attention of the other party?

"Well, I understand the situation. Please get out of here with me. Menov nodded, and then respectfully extended an invitation to Zhang Zihao.

"Did I pass this fight?" Zhang Zihao ignored his invitation and raised his own questions.

In fact, the most important reason why he made such a tragic battle is that after so many consecutive victories, no one is willing to accept his challenge anymore.

Yes, judging from the reaction of the crowd, he clearly felt that if he did not take advantage of this opportunity and win ten games in a row, in the future, these prisoners would not be willing to accept his challenge at all. He came to complete the task, but he didn't have much time to stay, and there was a big beautiful woman waiting for him to spoil at home.

"No problem, it's no problem at all." Menov nodded repeatedly. Joke, if a talent whose strength is comparable to that of the deacon of the organization can't get special treatment, then who can get special treatment? If he dares to have a problem, the law enforcement team in the organization will not have to tear down his bones.

"Okay, wait for me to take a shower." Zhang Zihao nodded, and then, ignoring Menov and the guards, walked directly towards the door of the central canteen.

"Wow." As if seeing a demon, when Zhang Zihao walked by, the prisoners who were originally crowded all avoided in horror, making a wide passage for him. Yes, even if they were squeezed and had difficulty breathing and their faces were purple, they didn't want to get closer to the demon Zhang Zihao.

"Hao, Brother Hao, you're back, you're back, how many games have you won?" Looking at Zhang Zihao, who was covered in blood, Meng Tie couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he asked excitedly.

As early as Zhang Zihao won the third game, but still did not end up, but continued to arrogantly make a date, in order to avoid the angry white prisoners from finding trouble for him, he secretly asked Zhang Zihao with gestures and obtained Zhang Zihao's consent, and then took advantage of the fact that the prisoners did not pay attention, and sneaked back.

In the next few hours, Zhang Zihao was fighting bloodily, and he was tormented in his heart. After all, he didn't know Zhang Zihao's true strength. And he, now his fate is implicated with Zhang Zihao. Once Zhang Zihao is killed, he will also suffer. The white prisoners who suffered Zhang Zihao's big loss will not be kind enough to spare them at all.

At this time, seeing Zhang Zihao return safely, can he not be happy?

"After that, I'll go take a shower first, it's sticky." Zhang Zihao nodded, and then, after explaining, went straight to the bathroom of the suite.

After a while, the sound of running water came out.

And just when Meng Tie couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and wanted to continue to ask Zhang Zihao, who had already washed his body, about the battle situation, the door of the suite was pushed open.

"Warden." Meng Tie followed the prestige, and the next moment, he opened his mouth wide.

It has been three years since he came to the Gaza prison, and of course Meng Tie knows who is the real boss in this Gaza prison. Don't look at the usual bosses in those districts who are majestic in front of a group of prisoners, and when you see the one in front of you, you have to deal with it carefully.

"You're Meng Tie, that's right." Menov nodded at Meng Tie.

Zhang Zihao has been the object of his attention in the past few days, and of course he has to find out about the little brother that Zhang Zihao just received.

"Warden, how is Brother Hao's battle? How many wins? Although he was facing a lot of pressure from the ultimate boos in prison, his intense curiosity still made him ask his own questions.

"Well, you can ask Mr. Li Lihao about this matter yourself." Menov frowned slightly, and said after thinking for a moment.

Meng Tie is nothing in his eyes, if it is usual, Meng Tie dares to ask him questions so presumptuously, he definitely has the temper to smoke the other party's big mouth. However, now, this guy doesn't know what kind of **** luck he has taken, but he has actually been favored by Zhang Zihao, it is conceivable that as long as Zhang Zihao agrees to enter the organization, the guy in front of him will definitely rise with the tide. When the time comes, it is not impossible to be on an equal footing with him.

"Ah, that warden, I didn't mean it, I just cared too much about Brother Hao's battle situation, forgive me." After asking Menov, Meng Tie realized that something was wrong. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Yes, this person in front of him is not the emperor in prison, so questioning him like this is not looking for death?

"It's okay, I understand." Menov patted Meng Tie on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to be nervous.

"What's going on? Is this still the legendary hot-tempered prison warden? Why are you so good at talking today? You know, the tone of his question just now was really not good. Seeing that Menov was so amiable, Meng Tie was stunned.